Frasier: Oh, joy. Christmas Eve. By this time tomorrow, millions of Americans, knee deep in tinsel and wrapping paper, will utter those heartfelt words, "ls this all I got?"

Norm: Evening, everybody.
All: Norm!
Woody: Santa, what can I get you?
Norm: Finally, someone wants to get me something. I am so happy this holiday season is over with. The whining, the crying, the screaming, the temper tantrums... Okay, I wasn't your traditional Santa Claus.

Frasier: Boy, they make such a fuss about Mother Teresa...
Cliff: Excuse me there, Doctor, but, uh, do l, uh, detect a wry note of cynicism there in your comments?
Frasier: Cynical? Me? How could I possibly be cynical? Living in a nation in which we celebrate the holy birth of a babe in a manger with Perry Como in Hawaii.